[Famous Poet] Wang Congying: Accompanied by Fan Shiyin and Mr. Luo Hui and the Chinese Poetry Society of the Rural Working Committee of the Chinese Poetry Society, Fu Xinxing Xingxing

Wang Congying, born in June 1963, was born in Fuxin, Liaoning, and owned the owner of the Condor Zhai. The Deputy Director of the Rural Poetry Working Committee of the Chinese Poetry Society, and the tutor of the Chinese Poetry Society. Member of the Liaoning Provincial Writers Association, the Chinese Poetry Research Association, the Chinese Prose Society, and the China Report Literature Society. Publishing novels, poetry, and prose collection seven books, and rhythmic poetry includes "Draft of Condorz".

Mr. Ying Shi Yin in Baodi Hot Spring Town

In the west of Liaoning, he re -entered the menstrual years, and a ray of souls took a few times.

Ying Xing Yingjun met the treasure, but prayed for me to write a new heaven.

Quan Qing feels like water, and Mo Lao Fang knows that he is like a pen.

After listening to Huang Ying's crying, Qianqiu Poems can always be round.

Reunited with Mr. Luo Hui and the Gong of the Rural Working Committee reunited in Baodi Hot Spring Town

He once traced the soul from Chu Shui, and the veins were survived.

Take the Ji Jingmen to know Jiujiu, wash the dust of the dust.

Full garden wonderful song north and south, a generation of romantic villages.

Planting beans is no longer a Tao order, and picking the sentence with the king.

With Shi Yin and Mr. Luo Hui and the Rural Poetry Working Committee Duan Wei and the names of the Quan names, the Bao Daduju

The wind of western Liaoning was new, and the rain washed the dust of Changkongquan.

If there are guests, there are no wines.

Lintaibao is as drunk, and the handwritten words are like spring.

But Xie Qungong really loved me, and the rest of his life was reluctant to be a poet.

Rainy night and poetry friends with Su Baodi Hot Spring Town

Last night, when I heard Yu Mujin soup, people were also fragrant.

The old bones are still moist at Fengquan.

Infinite Yin Xing San started, limited text is mad.

In order to report the water, the wine sac is straightforward.

Participate in the Chinese Poetry Town of the Town of Baodi Town, the licensed ceremony of the Chinese poetry, and Mr. Luo Hui, and the guests

Early repeated the door lintel, and the epidemic only welcomed the card.

Jun Qing is really admirable, how can I bury the poems.

The long road phase period can hold the arm, and the altar will probably be peers.

Yangxin Lake is gorgeous, and there is no ahead of the water.

Visit the Fuyu Museum to appreciate the famous brother Yun of Jiangnan residential house

The water flowing in front of the door was half -stunned, suspected to be returned from Jiangnan.

Take the eyes of the green border, and look back at the mountains.

Once I woke up with a lot of dreams, Shili Shishi was in trouble.

At this time, I met my friends, joined hands with Jun.

Affiliated Yu:

Visit the Fuyu Museum

Yao Quan's name

Zhu Yi's blue tile water, whoever finds thousands of cultural relics.

Thangka is clear from Qinghai, and the Yulong Movement of Hongshan.

The cockle crickets permit the Khitan bravery, and the shaman is convinced of Mongolia.

How many things are immediately and horizontal.

Mr. Sui Yin and the Chinese Poetry Society visited Haitang Mountain in the rain

Jun Jun made the rain like a smoke, and the ten miles of Yuntao locked the top of the mountain.

If you want to step on Ye Fang, you have no wet feet.

The leaves of the leaves are densely dense, and the water splash is round.

The cool wind knows the summer evening, and the bells are hidden under the foot of the begonia.

Mr. Luo Hui and the Gong of the Rural Working Committee in Haitang Mountain View Cliff Statue

The fog intercepted the green peak rain and half, and the accumulation of water in the mountains has become a pond.

The old trees of the horizontal branches cover the barren diameter, and the Buddha's altar on the Qingquan of Vietnam.

Jun Jun Flying Saibei, I looked at Jiangnan from the ancient temple.

Lin Feng did not feel the poems, and he was so old.

With the poems, night stay in the hot spring town in the morning, get up in the morning

One

Lian Tian saw Yu Yunkai, but a drink last night.

When the birds wanted to be asleep, I wanted to sleep, and the cry quarreled into my dream.

Second

The wind blows up the heart of the heart, and the Cuijiao crystal roller.

The red carp line lined up and painted the lotus map with the goose.

Third

You can resist the wind and madness, and the rain is still leaving the reed half pond.

The ruthlessness was frightened, and the fragrance was fortunate.

Four

Misty lake heart half cage gauze, one night pillow water is home.

Do not forget to wake up with the water lilies, I am drunk to enjoy the flowers.

Five

Suddenly there are Brahma songs in the forest, and the grass and shallots are uphill.

Several trees bodhi, no more Zen heart.

Accompany Shi Yin and Mr. Luo Hui and visit Ruiying Temple

The ancient temple pillowed Dai Qing, and Yingjun opened early today.

The title of the mind is a tranquility, and the bird language is chanting.

Listening to the rainless dream, watching flowers is interested in Piaoping.

The wind blows early and knows Liu Lan's meaning, and it is not allowed to stagnate the stagnation of Yunshan.

Sui Shi Yin and Mr. Luo Hui and his party re -recited the old work of the Dong Fucai Memorial Hall (fold the waist)

As soon as the Shaohara seemed to have nothing, the depths of the desert were my house.

Baizhang Huanglong locks, and thousands of emerald obstacles are facing the sky.

Camphor pine high and the wild, Gesang flowers are beautiful.

The trees are growing on earth, and the iron crickets are taken in their hands.

With the poems and friends night, Changwu Sands School

A fruit of seventy years, three autumn is lucky to have three times.

It has become a stream of rhyme, and it is all shocking.

The mountain wipes light clouds as the sea, and the proud bones are piled up.

I lived at a small life last night, and I heard Lin Tao pillow up.

Brother Quanming presided over the new idyllic poetry to discuss his prosperity and follow the rhyme

The sashhara was sunny after the rain, and the infinite clouds leaned here.

The guest arrived in the pastoral sentence, and love to leave Momano Fubian City.

Sao people are unintentional, and the farmers have no sound.

Tonight Yao Langsi Wanli, Shi Huai can hold a Chuanqing.

Affiliated Yu:

Leave Smart and Xianbin, the two brothers and Fuxin Zhangwu Zhujun

Yao Quan's name

When it comes to the rain, don't be sunny, and the heart is closed for five days.

Changbei governed the sandstriga, and western Liaoning won the poetic city.

In the pastoral world, the king of Mengmeng, the Yuan Dynasty before the historical affairs.

I feel that the second monarch is not limited, and the water of Haitang Mountain is clear.

Accompanying Shi Yin and Mr. Luo Hui and his party visited the 10,000 acres of rice fields in Changwu Sand

Jun came here to not be sure, and people locked Huanglongshui to lock sand.

Only the spikes were reported to the rice incense, but the drum sounded early frogs.

The column blocked the horizontal crab, and the group carp chased the shrimp.

Outside the world, Ge Sanghua is better than Peach Blossom. Accompanied by Shi Yin and Luo Hui, the Gong of the Great Black Mountain Wangzhangwu Grassland

By using the breeze to open the old eyes, the mountains and rivers were closed.

Minghu film is really like a mirror, and the green wild Yinyin is just silk.

The desert is beautiful, and Huaihua winers often stay.

The mad sand is good and locks from the hand, and the green grass is soft.

Accompany the poets to cross the Lake Deliger to the residual lotus after seeing the rain

Several remnants of the lotus barely opened, and it was no longer on Yaotai tonight.

Once you know the wind and rain, you can make red makeup.

Go to the Changwu Grassland Poetry Club with the poems

The poetry of the cloud roll is Jiuxiao, and the Qing Ge Mang dances every recruitment.

A few pieces of Minghu Lian Cao Bi Bi, ten years of wind and rain made Huajiao.

If you are not allowed to be a guest in the evening, go to be a beard.

How can I have a wave of smoke for thousands of miles, and Yang Fan directly presses the tide of water.

Mr. Luo Hui instructed the epic of Changwu Zhisha

The romantic desert is always difficult to sell.

Bi Jianxiu taught people to be silent, and Yun Lai saw Yu Xiaoxiao.

Qianqiu's veins are the same as north and south, and the journey of thousands of miles is from the twilight.

A history of sand control, poetic Cheng Cheng invited.

Four days and four listening to Mr. Yin's poem

The old bones have poetry souls, and each article is carefully discussed.

The lotus in the pond is spitting like a mouth, smoke and rain in the chest.

When I heard the words of thinking, I always felt that I felt Xiao Wen.

Mr. Fu was elegant and elegant, and he was lucky enough to enter the door late.

Don't Poetry Yin, Mr. Luo Hui and Fu Xinxing's poems friends

Occasionally, when you meet, when you remember the guests.

Taye is far away to the moon, and laughed at the wine.

On the fifth day, I left a dream, and after years of my understanding.

Seeing the good sentence like a drink, the unique blue lantern chanting poems.

Read the famous masters Yongfuxin poetry

The coal city became poetic city day, and the ear washing and singing and singing and Qingqing.

Bringing Yu Longyin was shocked by the desert, and he shouted the whale.

Begonia flowers were drunk and danced, and Baodi Quanxiang welcomed it.

Lu Hai Pan Jiang was sprinkled, and he was a brother to climb to join hands.

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